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RED ROOF INN,
Love a Few Miles North of Trenton, New Jersey,
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An impossibly large bed stretched out across the room.
Between its feet and a long chest of drawers
A narrow aisle traveled the length.
It ran from the front door to the back of the room.
And you, there, in your bikini briefs, in an alcove,
It was an enclosure directly opposite the bathroom,
And it occupied half the suite’s entire width.
You were standing up against a cantilever table.
It was a wall-to-wall vanity with a mirror,
A mirror, which was as long as the table’s surface,
And it covered the back wall up to the ceiling.
Recessed lamps provided light from overhead.
You brushed your hair, and
With each stroke I saw
How your shoulder blades flexed.
I rose up from the bed,
Took a few steps,
And then, still from behind you,
I bent my torso forward at the waist,
And extended my arms,
My hands reached both your legs at the ankles.
Head-down, I pulled myself close to you.
My left shoulder found the center,
It rested right between your buttocks and legs.
The left side of my chin found a niche,
It touched the back of your right knee.
I was squatting and each of my hands
Was wrapped around one of your ankles,
When I stood up, I told you,
I had never personally encountered a woman
Who looked so much the better naked than clothed.
“Wow!” Burst out. And you said,
“You sure know how to compliment a girl.”
‘Woman! Trust my veracity.
‘Do not confuse my honest praise with flattery.’
I spoke only to myself, my tongue was tied.
Yet, then pretending to further my defense,
I more or less recalled the poet’s immortal words,
Those lines about truth and beauty being one,
And is not response to beauty, truth?
I ran the maxim in my mind, I was dumbfounded,
“‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty.’”
I dwelled in total awe of you.
And when old age our generation shall waste,
And time brings world to more and other woes,
We have had this moment and its sentiment remains –
‘Darling, that is all,’ I said to myself,
I had not uttered a word aloud,
‘You know on earth, and all you need to know.’
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